Little tales wrapped in
Nature is garb
Worn out warrior spirit
Outpour my heart within a
blurb
Make a mark before my exit
Someone to pick up my
scroll
A like and a comment
So it can grow
But I am just a fool
Every ounce of energy
spent
Till lowered below
As an amateur poet with a tiny stature, To be mentioned among friends of Stuart Each one so affluent A group of folks so kind in nature...
He was just one of us, One could hardly differentiate. What demons predominate? Destruction became his entire focus. None could be...
Just as autumn in its cruel mode Shedding leaves from trees So with thy departure from abode Peace and calm from body flees Never did...
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